I related for several years with someone astonishing. Her letters reached my
core. Her writings pierced the walnut of protection that surrounded my heart. There was satisfying depth. I enjoyed a transparency not known before.
She offered insights that widened my world.
I was stretched emotionally. Her presence disintegrated the protective shell that surrounded my vulnerable self. I had the same impact upon her. All we shared was edifying. Our conversations filled me with grace. I was a better person after spending time with her.
She took me to places no one else has. We bonded. We knew one another well. Dormant parts of me were were awakened.
Now this relationship has changed. Such is the fabric of love. I am the better because of what we shared. I am grateful and sad. What are the benefits of loss? How about these:
1. I have greater compassion when others suffer loss.
2. It forces me to use the recovery I have.
a. It isn't my lot in life to have everything go my way. It is producing a realistic perspective of life's outcomes.
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a. Not everything is about me. b. What has happened is not because I am defective.
c. I am not inept. There was not some-thing inadequate about me that caused the relation-ship to end.
4. My connection with God is stronger.
a. This is a time when I am leaning heavily upon Him.
5. I grew because of this relationship. That is not a loss.
a. I know what I want. I am aware of what I don't want in a relationship.
b. My life is richer, fuller because of the time shared with this person.
6. The absence of the relationship has been a spiritual practice for my feelings.
It's okay to feel, to laugh when thinking of joyful times shared. It is also fine grieving. When I think, I am not the experience. When I feel, I am the experience. And my life is richer."No one can make me happy, sad, angry or have any other feeling without my giving them permission to do so."